Category Archives: Swords of the Eastsea

No one actually asked this yet, but eventually, it’s a question that someone will ask. God forbid, a lot of people asked that about 7th Sea before the 2nd edition of 7th Sea fixed that situation. At this point in … Continue reading →

It’s a very relevant question. In my opinion, players and gamemasters need something solid to look at and not just an abstract thing, so we’ll include adventures to set the tone. Here’s a synopsis for one. The Fogde and the … Continue reading →

So, time for another blog update, since my main computer’s PSU died and I gotta wait until Wednesday to get a new one. My Ubuntu shitbox allows me to browse the net but I can’t actually write anything on this … Continue reading →

This was truly a no man’s land. To the south lay the Great Wood of Tavast, to the west, the empty plains of Ostrobothnia. Among the sparse pine and birch trees, the company had made their camp, near the vast … Continue reading →

Essentially, this started off as a translation issue: one of our magic schools was based on a phenomena from Finnish folklore called “metsänpeitto“, which roughly translates to “covered by the woods.” A phenomena usually attributed to supernatural beings, who make … Continue reading →

One of my personal pet peeves in game design is assuming that everything should be about the player characters. This has probably been a reaction to metaplot-heavy games where characters only bear witness for Important Non-Player Characters. However, I personally … Continue reading →

I am still at home writing this, but when this appears on your screen I am celebrating Christmas with friends, hopefully without too much computer happenings. I give you a description of another monster for the season. You can hazard … Continue reading →

A somewhat cleaned up version of something I posted earlier on G+. I came up with a rather simple system of representing patron-client relationships in Swords of the Eastsea. This happened after I watched Alatriste. Aragorn had a great moustache … Continue reading →

The Old Town of Stralsund was a dirty and smelly place, with filthy cobblestone streets, wooden piers jutting out into the filthy water like rotten teeth and all in all, not a very pleasant place to be. The Swedes had … Continue reading →

It was almost the tenth hour, but still dark. The fires had been stoked, the lanterns lit and even the great chandelier above the great hall had been lit to ward off the dark. Through the large Hollandian windows, the … Continue reading →